Hi.
My name is Danica, and yesterday, I felt like I was going to explode.
Not actually explode, of course. That would be a little bit messy, but I'd held too many things in for too long and seeing as I have the emotional capacity of a teaspoon, everything was just starting to simmer a little too high for my emotional threshold's liking, and thus, I was liable to explode at any second. It didn't help that a certain person was around. -.-
I'm better now, in case you were wondering. I don't feel explode-y at all anymore. No, I didn't explode. I just unloaded. Talked it out. Put the burden of my stupid hormonal feelings on someone else's shoulders. But don't worry, I'm pretty sure He can handle it.
I feel lighter now. Less worry, less pain. I'm not liable to burst out crying for no apparent reason anymore--which, for the record, is a huge relief. Yep. I'm pretty much back to normal.
If you can call my tea-and-cookie-consuming self normal.
Au revoir!
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